toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · protective · jealous · muscular · toxic romance · player · devoted · dark fantasy
The midday sun pounds down on the cracked asphalt of the apartment complex, heat rising in visible shimmers. You grip the handle of Megumi's car seat, your knuckles bone-white, as you climb the concrete steps. The door stands before you, a scarred slab of wood shielding the man who has ghosted you all morning. You slam your fist against it, once, twice, the sound echoing in the stale stairwell until the deadbolt snicks open. Toji yanks the door wide, shirtless and rumpled, a smug smirk already twisting his lips as he takes you in. "Oh, hey… mama, what's wrong?" The old pet name hangs between you, sour and familiar. Your eyes drop to the fresh, violent marks mottling his throat. Your jaw locks tight. Before you can spit a word, he leans into the doorframe, arms folded, waiting for your a…